solace | eddie munson x reader [y/n]

007

       After sobbing to Eddie, the two of you decided to smoke again. Being that he had nothing on him, you went to his van, parked in the now-empty school lot. You sat in the back with your legs crisscrossed, picking at the strings on the ankle hem of your jeans. Eddie mirrored the position opposite you as he packed his bong. Metal music played in the background; Eddie had cranked it when he first pressed play, but you made him lower it to a more tolerable volume.

"Ever use a bong before?" he questioned, breaking the quiet. You shook your head yes and took the glass from his offering hands. He lit the bowl for you and spoke as you ripped it.

"You a pothead or something? Thought you were a goody-goody but you keep up with me pretty damn well."

A pleased look sat on your features as you blew out a cloud and passed the piece back. The water gurgled as Eddie pulled it.

"I smoked all the time last year," you said. Under your breath, you scoffed, "Goody-goody."

      Eddie readjusted to sit with one leg extended out and the other pitched up at the knee. You took in his outfit: black denim jeans with a rip mid-leg and a black and white baseball tee. Centered on it were the words HELLFIRE CLUB along with an image of a devilish creature, dice, and weapons. Being as close to him as you were, smaller details could be noticed. The black belt holding his pants up had a buckle resembling handcuffs, and a skull-patterned bandana was tucked in his back pocket. His turn now, he held the glass to his mouth and with his ringed hand lift the piece for the rip.

As you watched him, a new song started. You recognized it as "Sweet Leaf", a favorite of yours. With the opening lyrics, you hummed along to the voice of Ozzy Osbourne. Eddie's attention was grabbed, eyes darting up to your face.

"Great song," you observed, feeling like you needed to say something to his watching stare. Without conscious thought, you'd begun to tap your fingers on your kneecaps with the rhythm.

"You listen to Black Sabbath?" Eddie asked, awestruck.

"Mhm."

"Shit, that's hot," he mumbled. His eyes widened as he realized he let the words slip and you heard. Rather than get frazzled, you chuckled.

"You're a dork." It was clear he felt shy all of a sudden, though it relaxed him that you didn't make it awkward. You continued, "I take it you're the classic metalhead. Metallica, Iron Maiden, Accept, and all that?"

This launched you two into a vigorous discussion about music. Though his metal knowledge was far more expansive, you impressed him with what you knew. You listened to pretty much anything but leaned towards rock and metal since you grew up with it. Eddie lit up with a sparkle in his eye when he talked about music; not once did you get tired of hearing him ramble on.

     After making you promise to check out DIO, Eddie suggested another round. You protested that you didn't want to smoke all his weed, but he insisted, arguing that a dealer never runs out and tutoring is payment enough. You noted that he was the most gentlemanly boy you'd ever met; he continually made sure you were okay, always let you take the first hit, and either lit for you or provided the lighter. It was easy being with him, feeling comfortable and never judged.